Truth

Summary: We've all been fed beliefs and morals from the day we were born. What if nothing we thought was correct? What if no one religion was correct? What then?

Amitiel

I stood in the corner of the club, human watching. I had
always been awful at dancing. I stood, drink in hand, waiting for my target to
wander in. I sighed, “Why can’t humans be punctual?” I took another sip of
whiskey when a girl grabbed my hand. I looked down, a tiny, dark skinned girl
had my hand firmly in her grip. I smiled as her golden eyes pierced my black
ones.

“Are you my competition tonight,” the girl whispered into my
ear as she stood on her tiptoes.

I looked the girl over. She was short, even with her combat
boots. Her dark skin was covered in all black clothing, and her hair was put
into the stereotypical Viking braids. I smirked and scoffed, “If you consider
yourself competition, then yes.”

“I may be small, Lilith, but I’m every bit as good at my job
as you are,” the tiny angel sighed as she took my whiskey and sipped from it.

I grimaced. This tiny thing called me by my name, something
I often hid from, considering my past. “Well, armida, what might I call you?” I inquired.

“My name is Amitiel, the Angel of Truth,” she yawned as she
scanned the crowd. After she didn’t spot the target, she scanned me from my
converse, to my skinny jeans, to my Carmilla shirt, and finally to my long
blonde hair tucked nicely into a Doctor Who beanie. “I thought you were
supposed to be some kind of seductress who slaughtered children,” Amitiel
mused.

I sighed, “Oh, not that old lie again. I refused to be with
Adam because he was a pompous woman hater, not because I was a man hater. I am
the protector of women’s sexuality. I am women’s power over men. I am the
enlightener of women. I’ve never touched the hair on a child’s head, let alone
slaughtered one. You claim to be a truth speaker, but you know nothing of it, armida.” I slipped out of the young
angel’s grip and strode off towards the women’s bathroom. A young trans-girl
laid passed out on the floor. Before my angel counter-part could realize what I
was doing, I scooped up the young girl’s soul and carried her to Lucifer, where
she would actually be cared for. She was
tomorrow’s headline in the human realm. Another Trans Youth Driven to Suicide. Her
name was Dani. Dani liked to laugh and tell bad closet jokes. I left her with
the other poor souls who had never been accepted or had a family. She fit in
quite well there. Like most humans, she was surprised at how different “Hell”
was from what she’d been told. Most of them expect fire and brimstone, but in
reality, we only put your soul where it deserves to be. If you deserve eternal
damnation, that’s what you’ll get, but if you’re a good human being in life,
you only get the best here in the Under Realm.

“Lilith,” Lucifer called, “did you show Dani around and get
her settled in?”

I bowed and responded, “Yes, sir. She’s a big fan of Ghandi,
so I put her in his wing.”

“Ah, yes, Ghandi. I’m so glad we got him. Who knows what
kind of work he’d be put to in the Upper Realm with the Creator? Probably some
meager desk job. He’s so much more helpful here as a counselor. I heard Buddha
is rather unhappy in the Upper Realm. He’s on gate duty, you know. The Creator
really needs to stop being so biased about religion. None of them are totally
correct,” Lucifer droned, skimming through a file labeled Amitiel.

“Sir, I ran into her when I was going to pick up Dani. Since
when is The Creator interested in his ‘Lessers’?” I asked, rather confused. The
Creator didn’t usually fight us for anyone who was “less” than perfect in his
eyes.

“There’s a huge Trans rights movement going on in the Middle
Realm. You know The Creator, always such a people pleaser. Amitiel is one of
the few angels who will actually collect their souls,” Lucifer mumbled.

I grabbed her file and skimmed over it. “She’s pretty new.
No wonder she didn’t put up a fight.”

“If I was her, I wouldn’t want to fight one of The Creator’s
oldest beings either. You also have a pretty scary reputation in the Upper
Realms. You’re a destroyer of man’s ego and his children. You’re a monster to
them,” Lucifer chuckled as he took Amitiel’s file back.

Taylor Byrd:
I like that this book doesn't follow a bunch of steep types and that it centers a strong female lead who doesn't need anyone else to pick her up after she's been knocked down so often. It's sweet and sad and the author does a good job making you Love the main character and feel for everything tha...

Bluebug25:
I like it so far. I really like biker stories and I like the strong female character that you have present early on. I have really on read up to starting chapter one so its reply hard for me to write a review, but I do like what I have read so far.

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